The sound of the piano was flowing around the room, so beautiful.

Yuan Yisheng, who was originally like he was in a nightmare, began to calm down gradually, as if he was falling asleep again.

Yi Qianjin played intently, so he didn't notice that Yuan Yisheng's eyelashes trembled. Then, the eyes slowly opened, and then he was stunned when he saw her side figure playing the piano.

The scene in front of him seemed to be back many years ago.

At that time, he always liked to watch her and listen to her playing the piano like this.

Even though she always said that she liked his piano, she actually played it much better than him.

At that time, he swore in his heart that one day, he would play the piano well and well, so good that she would always like his piano sound.

Think about it, he was really simple and ridiculous at that time. At that time, he was willing to do everything for her!

In his eyes, she was like a god, which changed the fate of their family because of her. He was grateful, respectful, and liked her...

But now, he was going to pull her off from the clouds that were high above.

At this moment, a voice rose, "Hey, you're awake!"

Only then did Yuan Yisheng realize that the sound of the qin stopped at some point, and Yi Qianjin was turning to look at her at this moment.

His face changed slightly, and he was secretly upset at his previous swaying spirit, "How come you are here?"

"Look for you," she said, "But when I came in, I saw you asleep, and you seemed to be sleeping very uneasy, and I couldn't wake you up, so I used music therapy."

"Music therapy?" he sneered, "Is it just a piano piece, can it also be called therapy?"

"Different music can correspond to patients with different situations. This song just now will be very useful when stabilizing some anxiety, anxiety, and fear, so I'll try it, and then you..." She looked at him and said, "You look better now."

He narrowed his eyes, "Anxiety, uneasy, fear? Why do you think I have this emotion?"

"Because..." She paused, and saw a lot of sweat on his forehead, so she took a tissue and walked to him, "Because you are sleeping uneasy and you are still shouting, 'Don't hit me', so I think so."

Because she was standing and he was sitting at this moment, she wanted to wipe the sweat from his forehead while saying that.

But before her hand touched his forehead, he had already grabbed her wrist suddenly, "You said, I was shouting 'Don't hit me' in my dream?"

"Yes." She said, "Did you dream of something bad? Or did I hear it awkward?"

He pursed his thin lips tightly. Did he dream about his darkest time again? He was taken away by the person who killed his parents in the hospital and tortured over and over again... He could survive and escape, but it can only be said that he was lucky.

But even though he escaped from the darkness, he could never forget it. He always had nightmares and then woke up from the dream.

"What I dreamed of has nothing to do with you, and what are you going to do?" He said coldly, his eyes falling on the plain hand he held.

"I just want to help you wipe the sweat off your forehead," she said.

"No need." He said, letting go of her hand, getting up and sucking a tissue, and wiping the thin sweat on his forehead by himself.

At this moment, his body seemed to be filled with a layer of deliberate strangeness, which made people unable to get close to him.

He is like a lone wolf, not allowing others to enter his world, but he is unwilling to come out of his world.

What happened to this person?
Chapter completed!